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Topic: The Young Girl Limps Away (Read 2431 times)

As Laren left to inform Julius of the violence of the evening, Kit quickly realized how difficult it was going to be getting to Ashe's Place, clear across Threshold.

The arrow had hit her square in her leg. Its metal tip scraped back and forth across the bone as she limped to Rosewalk. She dared not remove it, fearful she would open up the wound further and bleed even more.

She made it to the very stables the Protectorate had encountered the rats. Seemed like months ago now, as she leaned against the barn door, she wondered if she should try to take one. The quick observation of the lock on the door decided the matter.

She was startled as a sudden voice cryed out in the dark, "Kit, is that you?"

"Sweet dreams young one. I promise that I won't feel any of the pain." Ashe says

Kit began to question exactly what he said but was soon overtaken by a slumber that seemed to be heavier than the tallest mountain.

As soon as he was certain that Kit was unconcious he skillfully removed the arrows and began to repair the damage.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, "Hello, Ashe. You home? We could use some help." Dale asked from the other side of the door.

Ashe was in the midst of tying up Kit's wounds and looked around for a way to answer the door. Quickly realizing there was nor realistic way of doing it with out compromising some of his healing he replies, "Aye Dale, I'm home. Come on in. I've got my hands full with Kit right now...er, yeah."

Ashe hands her a steaming cup of foul smelling tea and says, "Yes, I'm going to knock you out for this. This is no such pain that one such as yourself should have to endure. Oh, and to your other question...yes, that is the first of the priests to arrive. Julius informs me that the others will arriving in the next couple of days along with the other council members."

Kit lay on the bed trying not to focus on the pain of the wound. She detailed the battle with the odd dog beasts and the archers, the shot she took to the leg and the eventual meeting with Kyle. She hurried along through the story and Ashe soon came suspicious that she was trying to get to a matter that concerned her.

"...as we were passing the Temple of Shadows, a black robed figure departed from it and disappeared into the darkness. Do you know if he was a Priest?"

Ashe smiled to himself, 'ah, that was the matter then,' he thought. His back to her, he reached for one more herb for the mixture he was making. A mixture that would stop the artery from pouring her life-blood, after he ripped the arrow from her.

Kyle took the last few steps to Ashe's house and knocked by kicking gently on the door. The door opens and Ashe's eyes widen, "Oh, Kit you're hurt! Thanks for helping her Kyle. Put her on the bed right there." Ashe points the bed in a close corner of the room.

Kyle gingerly places her on the bed wishing that this situation was without any injuries to her. "Thank You Kyle. I'm so glad that you were there to help me." Kit says.

"I'm just glad I could." he says.

"Ah, if you two are done romancing I have some healing to do?" Ashe says sarcastically.

"Oh! right. Ah...Ashe? Can I watch?" Kyle asks.

Angrily Ashe demands, "Be gone with you boy! There's work to be done in the town! Now go!"

Kyle waves at Kit and Kit waves back then Kyle leaves.

As Ashe makes a steaming concoction he askes, "So tell me about what happened out there."

Kyle laughs, "Great Paladine I wish I could be lazy some days! But between working the shop AND tending fields I barely have time for anything else. I do make it a point to meet with Maal for my training...which has only been once or twice. What do you like to read? Philosophy? Legends? History?"

Kyle's face was completely overcome with his smile. In his mind he was pretending that he just slew the dragon and was king of all Elsenban. His heart was light and he found a new strength for his now weary arms. He would carry her to the islands in the north if she asked.

He could barely see Ashe's house up ahead. Suddenly he realized that his spontaneous stroke of luck in helping her was coming to an end. He didn't want her to suffer but he wanted to talk with her some more. "How's your leg Kit?"